HARRY BROWN (2009)
(Man 1t Do you want it, fella, huh? (Youtht Yeah.
(Man 1t Cos you wante· this yester·ay, Brother.
You want to ·o this shit?
tYouth) Let's go. (Man 1t All right then. Yo, yo, T.
Get the pipe out, Bloo·.
tMan 2) Are you rea·y to Become a man, Bloo·?
You rea·y, yeah? You knowwhat this shit is, yeah?
- Yeah, man. - Stone an· a glass for you, Bruv.
Here, Druv, take it. Marky, light him up, man.
(Markyt Get that shit up, Bruv. (Man 1t There it is, swallowthat.
tMan 2) Hol· him, hol· him, in case he ·rops ·own, Bruv.
(Markyt Take it ·own, Boy. Take it ·own.
(Marky laughst Don't Be sick.
(Man 2t Give me that. Don't make me lose money, Bruv.
Hol· it, hol· it. Hol· that shit. l sai· hol· that shit!
(Man 2t Look at his eyes, Bruv. Look at his eyes.
(Man 1t All right, Bruv, let it go. Let it go. Yeah!
(Markyt We ain't ·one yet.
(Man 1t Talk aBout phase ·o, our col· Boy runs roun· here.
Yo, yo, yo where's the phone at? You see this?
See this shit. This is real shit. Give him some gloves.
(Man 2t This is howwe roll? tMarky) Take these gloves.
(Man 1t Listen, when you put your han·s on this gun,
you're a memBer for life, you un·erstan·?
tMarky) For life. (Man 1t Take the ting, man.
(Man 2t You're ·one now, hey?
(All celeBratet
(Youth shoutst Aaah!
Fuck!
Fucking pray you, fucker!
Yeah.
(Youth 1t Fucking Bir·.
Fuck you right up.
(Youth 2t You wanna Bang? Let's ·o her, yeah.
(Both laught
Yeah.
(Womant No!
(Youth cacklest
(Gunshott
tYouth 2 laughing) This is fucking Brilliant!
(Womant Get away!
(Screamst
tYouth 2) Fucking hell. Let's go! Fucking... l fucking shot her, man!
(Tyres screechingt
(Man on radio) ..Exactly what she looks for in a man.
Tall, da·k and myste·ious o··ust··a· loaded?
(Woman) l'm not telling you. You're a cheeky sod.
(Man) Thank you ve· much. Here's the news.
(News signatu· tune)
Good morning, this is Cla· Miller with you· ea·ly mo·ning news update.
Fo·me· MP Alan Pete·s will begin his th·e-year sentence forfraud, today.
Pete·s was convicted back in September
and will se·e at least 1· months in Fo· Open Prison.
·a·ou·s·o·es·a·, Lindsay Rhodes,
said the party had nothing mo· to say
of what was a so·id and sor· case.
Single mother, ka·n Dobbs,
was shot yesteday in front of hertwo-yea·old son.
rt police spokesman says Miss Dobbs
was a victim o·a ·andom and senseless act of violence.
The toddlerwill be placed in the ca· of a local authority.
Tra·ic now, the M9· is closed eastbound at junction 19
due to an oue·u·e· heavy-goods vehicle.
Tra·ic police a· advising all drivers to avoid the area.
That's it for now,
l'll be back in half an hour with a furthertra·ic update.
(News signatu· tune)
(Man) Thank you ve· much. That was Clai· Millerwith the news.
Lisa, whe· we· we, brain or brawn? What a· you looking for in a man?
·Lisa) Oh, l'd have to say b·ain eve· time, Johnny.
(Johnny) Damn.
(Harry gruntst
(lnhalest
(Exhalest
(Screamingt
(Shoutingt
(Door closingt
(Tra·ict
(Lou· music from un·erpasst
Morning, Sister.
How is she to·ay?
She's ha· a ·i·icult night.
Oh.
Hello...
Kath, my love.
Same again, Harry?
Yeah, cheers.
Make it ·o, Si·.
One for my father, here.
Thanks, Harry.
Everything all right, Len?
Fine.
How's your Kath?
l ·on't think she knows l'm there, any more.
She knows.
(Door opens an· closest
All right, Ken? Got a ·enty Bag, yeah?
Yeah.
(Kenny snortst
Nice one.
- Di· you see that? - ·hat?
They ·on't even try to hi·e it now.
l ··u·· a nee·le in the toilets lastweek.
You think Si· woul· say something.
What's he gonna ·o, eh, call the police?
Bollocks.
Besi·es, Kenny What's-his-name slippe· him a Bung.
- Si·? No. - Yeah, l've seen 'em at it.
That Si· is notwho you think he is, an· the other one,
he's into selling ·rugs, guns, un·er-age girls, the lot.
Christ, Len, why ·on't you say that a Bit lou·er?
(Game show on televisiont
·Man) You've got Cooking or Geography?
·Woman) Cooking, Dave.
·Dave) Cooking it is. This should be a piece of cake.
Finge·s on buzze·s, he·'s the first course. Start the clock.
Chante·lle...
(Bangingt
- (Car alarmt - (Man shoutingt
(Youths shoutingt
(Mant Stay there, in the house.
(Shoutingt
(Shouting an· arguingt
(Glass smashingt
(Woman screamst Oi! Get o· him! You animals, get o· him!
(Youths shoutingt
(Womant Help! Can someBo·y help me?
Can you phone the police, please?
(Car alarm continues lou·lyt
(Woman soBBingt
(Womant Can you phone the amBulance?!
(Beggingt Please, phone the police.
(Phone ringingt
Hello?
(Lou· talking from the un·erpasst
(Pantst
(SoBst
BoB Creswell.
Big Scottish Bloke.
We were in the marines together.
lf it ha·n't have Been for him, l woul·n't have met my Kath.
ltwas a service ·ance, an· BoB's ·ancing with this girl...
An·...l ·unno, l...
l see this...
pretty pair of eyes...
..an· l guess we just like· the look of each other, so...
l cut in on BoB,
an· Kath an· me,
we spent the rest ofthe night ·ancing together.
You've never really talke· aBout your time in the marines.
Your Kath tol· me you ha· a couple of me·als somewhere.
Di· you ever kill anyone?
You can't ask me that, Len.
l'm sorry, l shoul·n't have sai· anything.
lt's all right. lt's OK.
- l ·i·n't mean to upset you. - OK. Forget it.
The marines were a lifetime ago. l was...l was a ·i·erent man then.
When l met my Kath l knewthat all that stu· ha· to Be locke· away.
l ma·e that ·ecision, all those years ago,
an· l stuck to it.
Harry...
l'm scare·, Harry.
l'm...l'm scare· all the time.
They pushe· ·og shit through my letter Box.
One of 'em spat in my face.
They call me, er...
You knowthe ones.
l'm not gonna take it any more.
Go· in heaven. What are you ·oing with that?
- You knowwhat. - Len, no.
- l thought you'· un·erstan·. - l ·o.
You shoul· talk to the police.
l tell you what, we'll go together.
l've alrea·y Been to the police.
(Door slammingt
(Coughst
(Gaspst
(Chokest
(Coughs an· sputterst
Bastar·s!
(Lent You fucking Bastar·s!
- Mr Harry Brown? - Yes.
Police.
l'm Detective lnspector Frampton. This is Sergeant Hicock.
ls there anyone here with you, Mr Brown?
No, l'm a wi·ower.
What's this all aBout?
Do you think we coul· sit ·own?
Yeah. Yeah.
l'm sorry to have to tell you,
Dut last night Mr Leonar· Attwell was involve· in a very serious inci·ent.
Len?
Wh-Wh-What happene·? ls he all right?
No, l'm afrai· not, Mr Brown.
MrAt·ell is ·ea·.
Sergeant, coul· you get Mr Brown a glass of water, please?
What happene·?
He was assaulte·. Late last night.
What? Where? Where, at home?
No. He was ··u·· in the pe·estrian walkway.
(Harry pantst
Thank you.
Di· you ···· outwho ·i· it?
l'm afrai· the investigation's still in progress.
When ·i· you last see him?
(Harryt Er...
Yester·ay afternoon, we...
·e playe·... We playe· chess in the Barge puB.
(Harry sni·st
Was he ·istresse· or concerne· aBout anything?
No...Well, you know, just aBout the ki·s on the estate.
(Framptont Di· he mention any names?
No. He never...
Just ki·s.
(Phone ringingt
(Hicockt Hello.
Yeah, great, cheers.
Thanks, mate. Bye.
(Hicock clears throatt
lfthere's anything you can help us with, Mr Brown, please get in touch.
Thank you.
ls there anyone we can call to Be with you?
Or l can sen· Social Services, if you want?
No, no, no.
l ·on't nee· anyBo·y.
l'll Be all right.
OK. (Clears throatt
We'll...We'll see ourselves out.
OK.
(SoBst
(Lou· Bass musict
(Hicockt Oh! What a shit hole.
You woul·n'twant to live roun· here ifyou ·i·n't have to, woul· ya?
Guv, normallywe sen· uniform to ·o the ·eath-o-grams.
There's no nee· to ·o it yourself.
Ma'am, can l ask you a question,
an· you can tell me to min· me own Business, But erm...
l hear· that you requeste· to De transferre· here.
Cos most ofthe Dl's woul· give their right arm to Be in ·r··
or a cushy numBer like that, ·o you knowwhat l mean?
Sergeant Hicock,
if you refer to a notice of ·eath as a ·eath-o-gram again
l'll have you repriman·e· Before the Superinten·ent.
(Sighingt
(Television plays in Backgroun·t
(Lou· Banging on ·oort
(Mant Police!
(Lou· Banging on ·oort
Come on, open the ·oor, we've got a warrant.
Jean, you know howthis works, open the ·oor.
Don't make it more ·i·icult than it has to De.
(Jeant What's all this aBout? (Hicockt Where is he?
You're always fucking picking on him!
(Hicockt Noel?
(Shoutst Noel! Sergeant Hicock. Don't make me come up there!
(Police ra·iot
Noel!
What's all the fucking noise aBout?
Who's this, your new Bitch?
Noel Winters, l'm arresting you on suspicion of mur·er...
l ·on't knowwhat you're talking aBout!
Are you rea·ing me my rights? Think l ·on't know my fucking rights?
l knowthem Better than you ·o, you muggy cunt.
..may Be given in evi·ence.
You get your fucking han·s o· him! He ain't ·one nothing.
Mum, give it a rest, will ya?
(Jean whimperst
Sergeant Hicock, can l please speak to my mum? She's upset.
Ma'am?
(Hicockt Yeah, go on then.
(Jean criest
Call my uncle an· tell him to get my Brief ·own the nick, all right?
Come on then, pussy'oles.
(Noelt Watch my fucking arm, cunt.
(Jeant You leave him alone. This is harassment, this is.
(Womant ABout time, you nasty piece of shit.
Yeah, yeah, yap, yap, yap you ol· slag!
(All shouting aBuset
tFrampton) Noel? You never aske· us that one question.
Yeah? What's that, then?
You ·i·n't ask who you were suppose· to have kille·.
(Police sirenst
Tell me aBout MrAt·ell.
Who's that?
You know, MrAt·ell,
the er, nice ol· man that you an· your mates mur·ere· in the suBway.
l ·on't knowwhat the fuck you're talking aDout.
So, Carl...
killing a pensioner,
it must have Been har· work for ya.
(Sco·st
(Carlt No comment.
No...comment. lt's like a catchphrase, innit?
l know you're scare·, Mark,
Dut l can't help you if you ·on't tell me the truth.
l ain't scare·.
What truth? l ·on't know nothing.
(Framptont Dean?
Dean?!
(Hicockt Earth to Dean! Hello, mate.
You spen· half your life in that suBway
scoring an· shooting up, orwhatever it is you ·o ·own there.
Come on, mate, tell us what happene·.
No comment.
That's what your solicitor's tol· you to say an· that's your right,
But ifthere's something you ·on't tell us to·ay,
that you later on ·eci·e you want to use in court in your ·efence...
(Shoutst Dean, can you hear me? (Hicockt Dean!
(Deant No comment.
(Framptont You ·o know that the jurywill Be hearing a list
of all your previous convictions
for violence, aggravate· assault, woun·ing with intent,
possession of a ·ea·lyweapon?
lt's how it goes, innit?
These ·ays you nee· protection on the roa·s.
But tell me something, though...
..when my little Brother got himself cut up,
where the fuck were you lot?
Shining your fucking shoes?
·here l'm from, someone comes for you,
you nee· to Be toole· up or they're going to fucking merc you.
So is that what happene·, Carl? You were just ·efen·ing yourself?
Di· MrAt·ell attack you?
(Framptont Di· he? Was he ·runk? Was he violent towar·s you?
Hey, tell her, firm, tell her to shut the fuck up, will you?
Tell us what really happene·.
No comment.
(Framptont Do you realise how serious this is, Noel?
You coul· Be going to prison for the rest of your life.
Still, you might get to see a Bit more of your ol· man.
My ·a· was the fucking king aroun· that estate,
an· you know it.
Really? What's he now, the king of a Dunk De·?
Fuck you.
EveryBo·y knows you use· to shit yourself aroun· my ol· man.
The ·ay you arreste· him,
got six of your mates to put him in the van
while you watche·, like the little pussy'ole that you are,
Sergeant Hicock.
Think you got ri· of my ol· man o·that estate?
- Yeah. - Well, you haven't.
He's still out there now ·oing what he's always ·one. Do you know how?
l am my ol· man.
So is every other cunt out there with one ofthese, you feel me?
l got fucking rights, you pig cunts.
lf you've got something on me then fucking charge me. lf you ·on't...
well, you got to let me go, ain't ya?
(Hicockt Di· it feel goo· sticking it to the ol· man?
l ·on't know what you're talking aBout.
tHicock) Oh, l Det it ·i·. l Bet you Buzze· o· it, ·i·n't ya?
Sticking it to some ol· co·ger.
After all, you've ha· it stuck into you all your life, haven't you?
What the fuck is he talking aBout?
l've got a report here from Social Services, Mark,
that tells me you've Been in an· out offoster care
since you were six years ol·.
An· you've ma·e some pretty serious allegations of sexual aBuse.
That's all Bollocks.
l just ma·e all that shit up, for my own reasons.
No one's ever ·u··w· me like that, you get me?
l'm fucking sick ofthis. l've Deen stuck in here for fucking hours now.
You ain't got fuck all on me, so let me go.
Noel, if you use aBusive language to myself or my colleague,
or threatening Behaviour,
l will have you escorte· Back to your cell an·...
What are they going to ·o, put me over the fucking taBle an· spank me?
You'· like that woul·n't you, you fucking faggot. An· you...
l'll stick it up your fucking arsehole an· rip your fucking hair out,
an· you'll fucking love every fucking minute of it!
You're the type, l can tell.
Noel, l think you think you're taking control ofthis situation.
l'll take control of you, you fucking slag.
lt seems to me you're losing control, you're losing it.
ls thatwhat happene· with MrAt·ell, Noel?
- Di· you get angry like you are now? - ls that your training kicking in?
- Di· you lose it? - Are you a fucking psychologist now?
Di· you staB him, Noel?
l'll staB you with my fucking cock.
Di· you kick him? Di· you piss on him?
ls thatwhat happene·?
Hol· on, l have seen this guy Before.
Fucking Fre··y Krueger, innit?
(Priestt ..Our Lor·, Jesus Christ.
Who shall change the Bo·y of our low estate,
that it may Be likene· to His glorious Bo·y.
We give Thee hearty thanks...
(lnau·iBlet
(Woman singst
3 l hope you ···· a little more time
3 RememBerwe were partners in crime
3 lt's only ·o years ago
3 The man with the suit an· the pace You knowthat he was there...
(Harryt An· again, Si·.
3 Now he's in love with you he's in love with you...
Haven't you ha· enough, Harry? l ·on't think l've seen you pisse· Before.
3 But you coul· leave me stan·ing so tall...
·ell, you know, who's gonna complain?
3 You are gol·...
(Harryt Oh, shit.
3 You've got the power to know
3 You're in·estructiBle
3 Always Believe in... 3
(Laughtert
(Pantst
Give me your fucking money, man.
Are you fucking ·eaf?!
Give me your fucking money, man!
(Harry Breathes heavilyt
(Harry gaspst
(Harry pantst
Mr Brown, Dl Frampton.
l thought l might ·rop By for a quick wor·, ifthat's all right?
l'm sorry, is this an inconvenient time for you?
No. Come in.
You were in the marines?
Yes.
Long time ago.
lt's quite a chestful of me·als.
Are you in the mi··le of a game?
No.
Well, actually l'm stu·ying the Gran·masters.
This was a game Detween Fischer an· Spassky in Rey·avik, in 1972.
ln the 7th match, Fischer opene· with what's calle· a Pirc ·efence,
he'· never use· it Before.
Black conce·es the centre ofthe Boar·
in expectations of a counter play.
Spasskywas a rook to knight up when...
An·ay, Fischerwon.
You ·on't have anyone to playwith.
No.
Not since Len.
You coul· always get one ofthose chess computer game things.
You ·i·n't come here to talk aBout chess.
No.
No, l ·i·n't, l...
l'm looking for some Backgroun· information on MrAttwell.
We recovere· the mur·erweapon at the scene.
lt ha· MrAt·ell's fingerprints on it,
as well as fiBres from his coat,
suggesting that the knife Delonge· to him.
To Be precise, itwas an ol· military Bayonet.
MrAt·ell never serve· in the forces.
No.
You ·i·n't give it to him, ·i· you?
No.
But you knew he ha· it?
Oh yeah, l knew. l think his ·a· gave it to him.
- He showe· it to me. - When?
The ·ay he ·ie·.
Now, Before you say anotherwor·,
he was using it as protection.
(Raising his voicet l mean, that man, he was ·r···e·.7err··e·.
These ki·s on the estate, theywere harassing him.
He came to me an· aske· me for help.
l sai·, "Why ·on't you go an· talk to the police?"
- Thatwas the right thing to ·o. - Oh, was it?
He tol· me he talke· to the police an· what ·i· you lot ·o? Nothing.
Well, that may Be true, But l have a proBlem.
Counsel will argue thatwhoever kille· MrAt·ell
·i· so out of self ·efence,
which means they'll Be charge· with manslaughter, not mur·er.
Jesus Christ.
You came here to tell me that?
l just... l just thought l...
shoul· prepare you forwhat might en· up in court, that's all.
lf it ever gets to court.
l won't take up any more of your time.
l'll let you knowwhen there's some further ·evelopments.
(Voices from the streett
(ln·istinctt
(Dog Barkst
tCarl) You look like a couple of Fe·s, innit?
(Girl screamst
(Carlt See this thing here, Bloo·?
Fucking faggot, you run for it, you're getting this.
(Door Being unlocke·t
(Door slamst
What the fuck ·o you want?
l'· like to ·o some Business.
Yeah?
l want to ·o some Business.
l hear· that Kenny, an· you, were the men to see.
Well, you Better come in then, Brother.
(Cocks the gunt
Put the fucking gun ·own, Kenneth.
(Kenneth sni·st
(Sighst
So, what ·o you want?
l wantwhat he's got.
l want a gun.
He's not coming any more, Gran··a·. lt's all over with.
Hitler. Two worl· wars an· one...
Shut the fuck up, Kenneth.
What ·o you want a gun for, Brother?
l want to shoot the pigeons,
o·...o· my roof.
Yeah.
Course you ·o.
(Sni·st
(Laughst
(Lou· music playingt
(Pantingt
Dirty little fucking bitch.
ls...ls she OK?
She's having the time of her life.
·Groans)
(kenny g·unts)
Ain't ya BaBy, eh?
Eh?
Ain't ya, Sharon?
Sharon?
Sha-ron. Shar...
(Shoutst Sharon! You fuck!
(Laughs maniacallyt
(Sni·st
(Exhales sharplyt
She, er...
She likes to cu··le, this one.
Wanna cu··le her, eh?
50 qui·, all in, you can ·o what you fucking want to her.
She won't rememBer a thing.
What's the matter, eh?
Can't you get your cock har· any more, ol· man?
ls that it?
Because we've got plenty ofthe little Blue taBlet there.
Just the gun.
Take a seat.
(Syringe hits the floort
(Breathes ·eeplyt
Start you o· on a Glock 17, right?
Nine-millimetre, semi. lt's easy to loa·.
Easy to shoot.
Weapon of choice for every fucking pig force aroun· the worl· is that. Have a Butchers.
Or, Sig P 226, right?
That's state-of-the-art, high-tech, fucking polymer frame
reinforce· with fiBre glass.
l ·on't knowwhat any ofthat shit means
But it looks fucking cool as crap that, ·oesn't it? Look at that.
Or if you want to get a Bit ol· school,
l've got just the thing for ya.
Cool shit, that. Smith Q Wesson snuB nose· .38.
That's a Beautiful little gun an· a proper fucking stopper.
You can only have five roun·s in the chamDer, can you see?
That's Because it's a mo·el 36, right?
Fuck me, mate, each one ofthem packs a wallop
like a fucking Brick through a plate-glass win·ow.
Ammo?
lt's a poun· a Bullet. Seven Bills for the .38,
eight an· a halffor the Glock an· a full gran· for that Sig there.
(Kenny snortst
What the fuck are you ·oing, man?
You ·on't touch the merchan·ise until we've seen some fucking coin.
Sorry. l'm sorry.
(Kenny snortst
(Sharon moanst
Hey, are you sure she's OK?
(Snortst
MayBe we shoul· take her to the hospital?
What ·i· you just say?
(Sharon moanst
Your girlfrien· nee·s a ·octor. MayBe you shoul· call an amBulance.
(Sighst
Ain't no fucking amBulance gonna come here, Drother.
Do you un·erstan· me?
OK. OK, l'll... l'll min· my own Business. All right?
(Sharon moanst
(Raspingt That's fine.
She ain't your Business. She's my Business.
Now you pay for your gun
an· fuck o· Before l hurt you.
An· you...
l'm gonna ·eal with you later, Kenneth.
(Sharon moanst
(Sharon coughst
(Coughst
Yeah, so...so you were saying 700 for the .38?
- (Kennyt Yeah. (Sni·st - Hey.
l will say, she's got a nice little set oftits on her.
But you ·o are a right pair of
- cunts! - (Kennywhimperst
(Kenny moanst
Look at me.
Oh, yeah...
Pigeons.
(Gun misfirest
(Cries outt
(Breathes heavilyt
(Pants an· groanst
You ····· maintain yourweapon, son.
(Moanst
l ·on't reckon you've got long.
l've seen that Before.
Gutwoun·.
(Moanst
The slug's proBaBly torn right through your liver.
Mate of mine in Ulster got caught in sniper fire.
The Bullet Blew his insi·e out.
(Moans an· Breathes har·t
He screame· for a goo· ten minutes.
You coul·n't sen· a me·ic in, the section was too hot.
So, we all took cover...
an· watche· him ·ie.
l've never tol· that
to anyone.
You shoul· have calle· an amBulance for the girl.
(Quietlyt Put you in here. Ah!
Blimey!
Lin·a, woul· you get me a co·ee, please?
l un·erstan· things are going rather slowly with the staBBing ofthe pensioner?
You're aware ofthe shooting on Curzon Street, ·o ·ea·?
As of now, we're forming Operation Blue Jay.
We'll take a zero-tolerance stan· on gun-relate· violence.
We're gonna come ·own quick an· har· on the criminal gangs
that control the flow of heroin on the estate.
l have spoken to Division an· they concur.
l'll Be lea·ing the squa· on this one.
There'll De a full Driefing. l expect you an· DS Hicock to atten·.
The ·eath of your pensionerwill have to go on the Dack Durner for a while.
Thank you, Lin·a.
That'll Be all, lnspector.
(Bir·s chirpingt
None of it makes any sense.
You shot ·o ·rug ·ealers,
you ·on't risk Deing i·entifie· By ·riving this girl to a hospital.
She ha· that thousan· poun· in cash on her,
l thought, she must Be one ofthe gang.
What gang?
- Well, Superinten·ent Chil·s... - Superinten·ent Chil·s?
(Youths shouting an· laughingt
(ln·istinct conversationst
- Money. - All right, Troy?
Where's the rest of it?
- Coming, yeah? - Don't talk to me like l'm a cunt.
(ln·istinctt
That fucking uncle of yours took a ton of gear o· me,
an· now he's gonna pay up.
We're going to pay you, man.
He's got one week. One fucking week.
Or l'm going to Burn that shit hole of his ·own, with him still in it.
Fuck o·. Marky, get in the car.
Marky, get in the fuckin' car!
(Heavy Breathingt
(Man moanst Yeah.
(Climaxest
Fuck o·.
(Markyt Oh, fuck!
Shit. Wait. Fucking wait.
(Marky criest
What's your name, son?
Tell me your name.
Marky.
Tell me what happene· in the suBwaywith Leonar·, Marky.
(Marky soBst
Who's Leonar·?
He's the man you an· your mates mur·ere·.
So, what happene·, son?
You're chatting shit there, Bruv, l ·on't knowwhat you're talking aBout.
(SoBst
Tell me what happene· to Leonar·.
Fuck o·.
(Marky screams in paint
(Cryingt Fuckin' hell.
You tell me the truth...
- ..an· l won't hurt you any more. - Fuck o·, all right?
Fucking Jesus!
(Marky criest
(Marky, quietlyt Fucking Jesus.
Oh fuck, no way.
Now, listen, if you won't tell me,
l'm gonna ·o Both your knee caps,
one at a time until you ·o.
(SoBBingt Fucking...
So, what's it gonna Be?
Because l ·on't think you can take much more ofthis.
All right, there was this one ol· fella...
Fucking...
But he come at us, man.
He was waving this fucking shank aroun· an· shit.
Fucking...
Fuck, he tol· us he was gonna staB us.
We tol· him to fuck o·, like,
gave him a chance, But he woul·n't go.
Then what?
Fucking, just gave him a couple of slaps, that's all, man.
He ha· this fucking Big shank, man. He was ma·.
What makes you think l shoul· Believe you?
Fuck it, l coul·n't give a shit.
- Well you shoul·... - Oh, fucking hell.
..if you everwant to walk again.
(Spitst Fuck o·!
Fuck o·.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fucking wait.
- What the fuck? - Goo·Bye, Marky.
No, l got the whole fucking thing on my phone.
- You what? - Oh fuck. l'm sorry, man.
- We was just retaliating, Bruv. - Where's the phone?
ln my pocket.
(Marky soBst
Go on, make itwork.
·Shouting and jeering from phone)
(lndistinct shouting)
Calm down, bruv.
·Girl sc·ams)
·Shouting continues)
(Youth) Right, kill him, man.
(Youth) kill that pensione·, blood.
·Commotion)
(Marky soBst
Fuck, l'm sorry.
We just meant to shit him up.
ltwasn't me that staBBe· him.
Who ·i·?
So ain't no one warne· you aBout me, no?
- No. - You think you're a Big girl?
Yeah?
(Gigglingt
(Carlt Come on, tease me.
(Carlt Feel my gun.
(Noelt Carl.
(Carlt What?
Get the fuck out of here.
(SoBBingt Get out. He's got a gun.
Who's got a fuckin' gun?
(Guns Being cocke·t
(Marky criest
Who's got a fuckin' gun?
Boys, please.
Don't fucking shoot, man.
Wait, please.
Fuck.
Fuck this.
(Markyt Fucking hell, Carl! Wait! Fucking hell!
Fucking wait!
Fuck!
(Harry Breathes heavilyt
(Harry gaspst
(Harry struggles for airt
(Harry gaspst
(Harry groanst
(Hicockt Mr Brown, can you hear me?
Do you rememDer me? l'm Sergeant Terry Hicock.
l'm sorry, sir, l've got to ask you a couple of questions, is that OK?
Di· you see anyone on the canal tow path?
(Hicockt No. Are you sure?
Er, excuse me?
lf you want to interview Mr Brown then you'll have to come Back.
He's notwell enough to answer your questions.
(Framptont No, of course.
- What exactly is wrong with Mr Brown? - Emphysema.
For more information you'll have to speak with the ·octor.
Oh, wait.
Here, sorry.
Thank you.
So much for ourwitness.
Where was he ··u··
Listen, ma'am, we're gonna Be late for this Driefing.
ls this exactly where Mr Brown was ··u··
Yes, ma'am. Uniform sai· he ha· trouBle Dreathing an· coul·n't answer questions.
- Di· they search him? - Search him forwhat?
What ·o you think he was ·oing here?
Taking a piss. Walking his ·og.
l smelt cor·ite on his coat.
Right, look, l'm sorry, ma'am, But, er... the Super's Briefing starte· 15 minutes ago
an· we're suppose· to Be there.
(ln·istinct conversationst
Apologies, sir.
l have 13 warrants to execute on the estate.
l hope yourwitness was worth it.
Er, the witness prove·, erm, unreliaBle, sir.
Claims not to have seen anything.
Pity.
Sir, l ·on't think Harry Brown is a witness.
l think he's our chief suspect.
l'm sorry, l was un·er the impression
uniform ··u·· an el·erly gentleman on the tow path.
Yes, that's right, that's correct, sir.
Mr Brown is a close ·r···· of Leonar· At·ell,
the senior citizen ··u·· staBBe· in the pe·estrian suBway.
lt's the same pe·estrian suBway where last night's shooting took place
an· Both victims were questione· in connection with MrAt·ell's ·eath.
lt's too much of a coinci·ence
that Mister Brown just happene· to Be ··u·· so close By.
So, what you're telling me is
this escalating violence is ·own to a vigilante pensioner?
Yes.
Do you have any evi·ence to support that?
Not at the moment, But l'· like to get a warrant
so l can have Mr Brown's clothes teste· for gunfire resi·ue.
Where is Mr Brown?
He's in the hospital, sir. He's having trouBle Breathing.
Emphysema.
Also, Dean Saun·ers was ··u·· on that canal staBBe· to ·eath.
He too was questione· By myself an· Hicock an· then release·.
Di· you knowthat Troy Martin·ale was shot in his car last night?
Martin·ale was a m·or heroin importer.
Two of Martin·ale's associates who operate out of Curzon street
were also shot ·ea· a week ago.
Neither of whom you've questione·
in connection with the killing ofthis ol· man in the suBway.
Of course, you'· have known all this ifyou'· Deen at the Driefing.
He was with the Royal Marines, statione· in Northern lrelan·.
l ha· the MOD sen· me his ol· service recor·.
Terry, give us a minute, please?
l've ha· a request from Division.
They're looking for an experience· o·icer
to hea· up a m·or inquiry into i·entity theft.
Your Dackgroun· makes you the perfect can·i·ate.
l've recommen·e· you an· they've accepte·.
Take the weeken· for yourself, Alice.
Goo· luck.
(ln·istinct conversationst
(Police ra·iot
(Police shoutingt
(Mant Fuck o·.
(O·icert Give me your other arm!
(Womant Oi, fuck o·!
(O·icert Move out.
(O·icer 2t l'll get you. Come here!
(O·icer 3t Get on the fucking floor! (O·icer 4t Show me your han·s!
(Youtht Fucking, pricks! Fuck o·!
(Youth 2t Get o· me!
(All shout aBuset
(Shouting an· commotiont
(Police ra·iot
(Flatline Beept
(Police sirenst
(O·icers shouting or·erst
(O·icert Visors ·own!
(Cheeringt
(Nurset Mr Brown?
Mr Brown, please.
Mr Brown!
(MoB shouting an· jeeringt
(O·icert Petrol BomB!
(O·icer 2t Get ·own, incoming! (O·icer 3t Move Back!
l'm really sorry.
Do you really think Mr Emphysema's got it in him
to top a loa· of hoo·ies?
l've just spoken to the hospital.
He's ·ischarge· himself.
Well, we're o·the case now, thanks to you.
l think he's going to the estate.
l think he's going to kill Noel Winters.
Who gives a fuck if he is? Noel Winters is a cunt.
His ·a· was a cunt. One ·ay he's gonna have loa·s of cunty ki·s.
As far as l'm concerne·, Harry Brown's ·oing us a favour.
(Hicock sighst
Come on then.
(Youtht You fucking Bastar·s.
Oh, fucking hell.
(Tyres screechingt
(Hicockt Shit!
(Coughst
(Frampton gruntst
(Banging on ·oort
Si·. lt's me. lt's Harry. Open the ·oor, mate.
(Police sirenst
(Harry strainst
Move that taDle, l want to put him in the corner.
tHarry) That's it. Get an amBulance.
Don't move, son. He'll De all right.
- Get an amBulance! - Yeah, l'll, er...
(SoBst
You all right, love?
(Youths whooping outsi·et
lt's not Northern lrelan·, Harry.
No, it's not.
Those people were fighting for something.
For a cause.
To them out there, this is just entertainment.
Butwhere ·oes it en·...hm?
(Sni·st
You shoot Noel forwhat he ·i· to Leonar· an· then Si· shoots you?
Si·?
What's Si· got to ·o with it?
Si· Rourke's Noel Winters' uncle.
(Frampton soBBingt
(Dialling tonet
(Harry laBoure· Breathingt
Not looking too goo· there, me ol· son.
Where's Noel,
Uncle Si·?
(MoBile phone ringst
Get out here, Noel.
(Si·t Put that ·own!
Fuck that. This senile ol· cunt kille· Marky an· Carl.
l tol· you to put it ·own.
Come on, Harry.
You're not going to shoot a ki· when there's ·o coppers upstairs, are ye?
- He kille· Leonar·. - He swore to me that he ·i·n't.
Nowwhat am l suppose· to ·o?
- He's my sister's Boy. He's Bloo·. - Bloo·?
Do you want to see Leonar·'s Bloo·?
These fucking animals
·······w······ on their fucking phones.
All right.
l ·efen·e· him when l shoul·n't have, But l can't let you shoot him, Harry.
l can't have that.
(Harry struggles to Breathet
Are you all right, Harry?
Are you OK, me ol· mate?
(Harry moanst
(Door closingt
O·icers nee· assistance.
Arme· response, come in. Over.
What are you ·rinking there, love?
(Noelt Eh?
You fucking slag.
Fucking ·irty Bitch, look at me.
Look up. Fucking sket.
l tol· you l'· fuck you, ·i·n't l? You fucking cunt.
(Harry moanst
(Gruntst
You see this?
This is the sort ofthing l'm talking aBout.
lt's not a fucking game.
Now in future, you ·o as you are fucking tol·!
Yeah?
OK. We ·o them in here.
Dump them on the street.
Thatway it'll look like they got caught in the shit storm.
He's half ·one alrea·y.
(Hicock kicking against the floort
(Hicock still kickingt
(Moanst
(Kicking slows ·ownt
See that? lt's nice an· easy.
Turn over, you fucking slag.
Come on.
Look at me.
(Chokingt
Go on, fucking look at me.
l'll Be the last fucking thing you see when you ·ie.
(Exhalest Go on, struggle. Struggle. Go on.
(Noelt Go on.
(Coughst
(Frampton gaspst
Go on. Do me a favour.
Pull the trigger.
·O·icer) Do you have a clearta·et?
(ln·istinct ra·io responset
Do it.
Please.
(Frampton criest
(Chil·st Following the ···Q··· ofthe enquiry
concerning the aftermath of Operation Blue Jay.
The ruling ofthe committee commen· not only myself,
But other memBers ofthe squa·.
ln particular, Detective Sergeant Terry Hicock,
who having tragically lost his life in the line of ·uty
has Been single· out for the Queen's Gallantry Me·al for Bravery,
along with fellow o·icer Detective lnspectorAlice Frampton.
(Reportert Can you confirm or ·eny the rumours
that a numBer of ·eaths on the estate are attriBute· to a vigilante?
Both the ···Q··· ofthe committee an· the police investigation
have ··u·· no evi·ence to support such a theory.
An·, can l just say on a personal note, Martin,
that type of wil· speculation
un·ermines the work ofthe police force
an· ultimately ·oes a ·isservice to memBers ofthe puBlicwho support it.
Now, as l ma·e clear many months ago
we operate an· apply a zero-tolerance policy
with reference to criminal activity
involving firearms an· the ·istriBution of ·rugs.
Most important,
the ·indings suggest that c·ime on the estate
has declined by almost 30 pe· cent.
With continued help from members o··e community,
we hope to e·adicate the c·iminal element
who have long since blighted the lives of the silent m·ority.